Quote, End Quote.

It's funny, she SAID, "I've got some black linen trousers that are too big for me- size 14, short in the leg. Do you want them?"



But.



What I HEARD was, "I've got some black linen trousers that fail to fit my svelte limbs because I'm a skinny bitch- do you want them for your squat, rounded shape instead CHUBSTER?"



So I replied, with all the love in the world, "Oi. Do me a favour. Fuck off."

Comments

  1. Dumdad5 May 2010 at 04:02

    Fat'll show her!

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  2. Gone Back South5 May 2010 at 10:50

    Hello again, Laura Jane Williams, nice to see you are still blogging! That trouser woman needs to take a diplomacy pill.

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  3. urbanvox7 May 2010 at 08:54

    ummmm...
    I will nevr understande women! LOL!

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  4. secret agent woman7 May 2010 at 10:32

    Ha ha ha ha ha! Seriously, this made me laugh hard.

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  5. Laura Jane Williams7 May 2010 at 14:09

    Dumdad- that's so terrible it's funny!

    GBS- Yup! Still here!

    urbanvox- neither will I.

    secret agent woman- At least one of us laughed then!

    x

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